Chapter 212 Story
Jia Xihua's story is somewhat sad.
Ten years ago in the spring, it was March 1990.
It is chilly in spring.
Jia Xihua and her husband Wan Youfu have been working in Xing City, the provincial capital, for more than a year. Their son is just two months old and is very lively and cute. The couple feels that life is getting more and more promising. However, Wan Youfu, who has always been weak, fainted at the construction site and was sent to the hospital by his co-workers. Upon examination, it turned out to be kidney failure.
Standing at the cashier window of Xing City Second Hospital, Jia Xihua, holding her child, felt her heart bleeding.
Because of her ruined appearance, Jia Xihua has never had any self-confidence, but Wan Youfu loves his wife very much and has always cared for her after marriage. Knowing that she was afraid of contact with people, he brought her to Xing City, far away from her hometown, and worked as a laborer on the construction site while leaving her at home to work.
However, just as the good days were beginning, Wan Youfu fell ill with a serious illness. The doctor said that she must undergo dialysis to survive, but the cost of dialysis is a bottomless pit that Jia Xihua simply cannot afford.
what to do? Continue treatment, no money. If there is no treatment, you can only wait for death.
The son was very well behaved, fair and chubby, and was sleeping sweetly in Jia Xihua's arms. Jia Xihua handed the money she had just withdrawn from the bank into the window. Once dialysis starts, there is no stopping. This is her last money, and she doesn’t know how long her husband can last.
For Jia Xihua, the closest person in the world is her husband. Even her parents and siblings looked down on the scars on her face and neck. Only Wan Youfu's eyes showed no disdain at all, but were filled with love and pity. Even if it means losing everything, she wants Wan Youfu to survive.
But now she has a child, what can she do?
Wan Youfu needs to rest now and can't do any work at all, so she has to go out to work and earn money. But the child is too young and cannot leave her. What should she do?
After paying the money, Jia Xihua sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, holding her child and crying. The only solution now is to send the child back to his hometown and ask his parents-in-law to help take care of him, while he stays in Xing City to work and earn money.
A simple-looking man walked up to her and quietly asked her if she wanted to sell the child. Jia Xihua was not angry, nor did she scold him for having wild ideas. Instead, she looked up at the man seriously and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why do you want to buy the child?"
The man told Jia Xihua that his wife had a miscarriage at six months pregnant, suffered heavy bleeding, and had her uterus removed, so she would never be able to have children again. When he saw the child in Jia Xihua's arms, he became interested in her, so he decided to ask her about it.
The man's attitude was sincere and his words were full of pity for his wife, which moved Jia Xihua.
The man in front of me was wearing a tweed coat, a watch, and a pair of shiny leather shoes. It was obvious that he was financially well off. Moreover, the man spoke standard Mandarin and was polite and courteous, and it was obvious that he was a cultured person. If you send the child to him, he will definitely have enough food and clothing in the future, will receive a good education, and become a real city dweller.
After thinking it over, Jia Xihua agreed.
So the man gave her three thousand yuan and took the child away. With the three thousand yuan, Wan Youfu had to continue his hospitalization and undergo regular dialysis.
Jia Xihua originally thought that with the three thousand yuan, Wan Youfu could at least survive for a year. As long as I work hard this year, I might be able to earn enough money to keep my husband alive.
Jia Xihua knew that her husband would never agree to let her give their son away. He was full of anticipation for the child. During her pregnancy, he often held her belly and whispered gentle words. When the child was born, Wan Youfu was so excited to see the baby in the cradle that he burst into tears. He wished he could do the work of two people at once and worked very hard just to earn more money to support his son.
Jia Xihua made up her mind to let the man take her son away, and lied that she had sent her son back to his hometown, but the truth would eventually be revealed. After her husband was discharged from the hospital, Jia Xihua gritted her teeth and said that her son had contracted the flu and died.
She originally thought that as long as she slowly coaxed her husband, Wan Youfu would eventually accept reality. However, she did not expect his reaction to be so violent. He spat out blood and his condition suddenly worsened.
Later, with the arrival of cold wind and rain, Wan Youfu's condition worsened and he passed away.
The winter of 1990 was the darkest time in Jia Xihua's life.
Her husband died of illness and her son disappeared, leaving her alone.
She couldn't forgive herself and looked for the man who bought her son like crazy. She worked hard to earn money and saved up three thousand yuan. She wanted to buy her son back.
However, she never saw the child whom she had breastfed for only two months again.
Hearing this, Xia Mufan asked: "A man bought your child?"
Recalling the past, Jia Xihua regretted her decision to sell her son: "Yes. He looks like a government official. But... I regret it, really, I regret it so much! If I hadn't given my son away, maybe he could have lived longer. He loved children so much, he would definitely be happy to see his son around, and he could have lived longer."
Xia Mufan asked: "Then what? What does this have to do with Zhong Yinghong and Liangliang?"
Jia Xihua continued speaking.
After Wan Youfu passed away, Jia Xihua sold the shop and continued to work in Xing City. She had little education and was ugly, so jobs that required interacting with people such as nanny and waitress were not available to her. She could only do physical work like men, moving bricks and building walls at the construction site.
Later, the contractor discovered that she was good at growing flowers and plants, so he asked her to help take care of the flowers and plants in his villa yard. Later, the contractor made money and thought about starting a company, establishing the Dapeng Gardening Company, and Jia Xihua became a senior employee of this company.
Zhong Yinghong moved to Shanshui Haoting last year and hired someone to take care of the yard. Jia Xihua would go there every half a month. She usually worked silently, rarely paid attention to the owner of the villa, and had never met Zhong Yinghong.
It was also a coincidence that Wang Xiuzhen was a lonely person and often chatted with Jia Xihua. After a while, the two became familiar with each other. Once, Jia Xihua was thirsty, and Wang Xiuzhen took the initiative to invite her into the house to drink water. Jia Xihua saw the family portrait placed on the side cabinet.
Jia Xihua recognized the man at first sight.
It was this honest-looking man who spent three thousand yuan to buy her child.
Jia Xihua looked at the boy in the photo greedily. His round face and bright eyes looked so much like Wan Youfu.
When Jia Xihua thought that this was her son, her heart began to beat wildly.
From then on, Jia Xihua drove around the Shanshui Mansion and met Zhong Yinghong and Liangliang countless times.
She saw Zhong Yinghong dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, walking in the community holding Liangliang's hand.
She saw Zhong Yinghong getting out of the luxury car, carrying large and small bags;
She saw Liangliang running happily with a white Pekingese puppy;
She saw Liangliang hugging Zhong Yinghong's arm and acting coquettishly, asking if he could have one more ice cream and if he could write less homework.
When Jia Xihua saw that Liangliang had grown so tall and strong, she was so excited that tears kept flowing down her face. This is my son. He looks so good.
Liangliang did not suffer. He grew up healthy and happy under the care of Zhong Yinghong and Jiang Zheng.
But she was jealous.
Jia Xihua was extremely jealous.
This was her son who was born after ten months of pregnancy, but he happily called Zhong Yinghong "Mom".
This was the son she had been searching for for ten years, but his attachment to the dog was greater than to anyone else.
Jealousy was like a worm, constantly gnawing at Jia Xihua's heart.
The pain was so severe that she couldn't breathe. Jia Xihua had to do something to calm herself down.
Jia Xihua once tried to contact Liangliang and wanted to say a few words to him. But as soon as she approached, Liangliang ran away in fear, and the damn Pekingese barked at her like crazy.
Zhong Yinghong looked at her coldly, her eyes full of disgust: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Jia Xihua's face turned red and she had to lower her head and walk away.
Even though I walked far away, I could still hear Zhong Yinghong's words: "Lingling, be good. If someone like this comes near you again, bite her!"
And Liangliang's childish voice: "Mom, this person looks so weird."
Jia Xihua raised her head and looked at Xia Mufan, with grievance in her eyes: "I saw Liangliang, that's my son! If he had always grown up by my side, he would definitely not dislike my ugliness, don't you think?"
Xia Mufan didn't know what to say for a moment.
Jia Xihua was wearing a mask and a hat and suddenly approached a child. No wonder people thought she was a bad person and were wary of her. However, she is such a sensitive and introverted person, but she was able to endure until now when she suddenly met her son whom she had been separated from for ten years. She truly has a kind heart of a mother.
Scold her, her appearance was damaged when she was young, and she finally found a confidant who supported her, but they were separated by illness. In order to treat her husband's illness, she had to sell her son with great pain. Her life story was indeed pitiful.
Sympathize with her. She didn't dare to cause trouble for Zhong Yinghong, but she abused and killed animals to vent her inner anger. It's really hateful.
Xia Mufan sighed and said, "Are you going to recognize Liangliang?"
Jia Xihua waved her hands hurriedly, "No, no, no, why should I recognize him? He lives so well in the Jiang family, living in a beautiful villa, with a nanny and a driver at home, his mother quit her job to take care of him, and sent him to the best school in the city. He will definitely go to middle school and university in the future and become an outstanding person. What's the point of following me? He has an ugly mother, a mother who works as a gardener, and has been living in a rented house until now."
Jia Xihua laughed at herself, her laughter full of helplessness: "Suffer with me? Why? I just want to see him. I'll feel relieved if I know he's doing well."
Before Xia Mufan could criticize and educate her, Jia Xihua raised her hand and slapped herself hard: "Comrade police, I know I did something wrong. I was the one who burned the wild cat to death and killed the Pekingese. I deserve to die. I am incompetent! I dare not scold Zhong Yinghong, I dare not recognize Liang Liang, I only dare to bully those small animals. I am a psychopath, I am guilty! Arrest me, I plead guilty."
You plead guilty so quickly?
Feng Xiaoyu stopped writing and became absent-minded. Arson is indeed the way cowards vent their anger.
Xia Mufan narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "After you killed the wild cat, why didn't you bury it on the spot, but put the body into a woven bag?"
Jia Xihua lowered her head and said, "It's probably my work habit. It was burnt and looked ugly, so I just put it in a bag and planned to throw it away with the dead leaves and garbage in the car."
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